Fingers yours dance on mine,
Feather-touch stroking trembling,
Glance my way, whisper softer.
Looking inviting, closer beckon.
Come I, then, into your embrace.
In darkness dance, entwined,
enraptured, exhausted, rested.
You are mine for a night,
As I am yours gladly.
Sweet sweet lust sated,
Sinking-swimming with you.


 

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